He was waiting, waiting for an order that would turn the tide.

"Don't waste your breath on him, just extort a confession by torture," Director Zheng, growing impatient in the monitoring room, commanded the two interrogators to give Lin Yifan a "friendly" lesson.

Upon receiving the order, the two interrogators immediately left their seats, took up their tools, and entered the room where Lin Yifan was held, ready to teach him a lesson.

Watching this scene, the corners of Lin Yifan's mouth curled slightly; he didn't care at all.

He wasn't afraid of the two interrogators coming in with batons, and even if they came in with guns, pointed at his head, he wouldn't be scared; because he had Cultivation Power to protect him, capable of withstanding many attacks; so their lessons would be a waste of effort.

Just as the two interrogators had entered with the batons, Director Zheng received a phone call from the head of Lishan City Public Security Bureau.

Over the phone, the head of Lishan City Public Security Bureau berated Director Zheng and then ordered him to release the prisoner immediately.

Curious, Director Zheng asked, "Director He, what exactly happened? Why are you so frightened?"

"You've offended someone you shouldn't have, release the person immediately, or even I can't protect you!" Director He replied, with a sense of hating that iron can't become steel.

He had a familial relationship with Director Zheng's wife, so he had been helping Director Zheng quite a bit in private over the years. He thought everything would be smooth sailing, but to his surprise, this time it had alarmed the provincial Party secretary and the head of the provincial public security department, leaving him embarrassed. He felt that his own position was in jeopardy.

Scared, Director Zheng hurriedly hung up the phone and went to stop the two interrogators from giving Lin Yifan a "friendly" lesson.

This official hat, he had only worn for a few years and had not yet enjoyed fully; hence, he absolutely could not afford to toss it away lightly.

Meanwhile, the two interrogators, while holding their batons in a threatening posture, sneered coldly at Lin Yifan, seemingly pleased with themselves.

During the interrogation of Lin Yifan, they had been run out of patience; now they finally had permission to teach Lin Yifan a lesson, so they felt relieved and suddenly enlightened.

"Kid! You're quite tough, refusing to confess no matter what. Since that's the case, we'll let you taste some pain and teach you the consequences of not confessing," they said.

After speaking, they raised their batons and struck at Lin Yifan's body with gritted teeth.

Lin Yifan immediately employed his Cultivation Power to protect his body, not giving the two interrogators any opportunity to exploit.

Just as the batons were about to strike Lin Yifan's body, the door to the room was suddenly opened, and a hasty, panicky voice came through: "Stop!"

At the sound of this voice, the two interrogators immediately ceased; they knew who the voice belonged to, their superior—Director Zheng.

After stopping, they looked at Director Zheng with confused expressions, not understanding his intention.

It was he who wanted to initiate the lesson and also he who told them to stop; what exactly did he mean?

However, confused as they were, Lin Yifan, as the person being interrogated, understood very well.

Director Zheng must have received an order from the upper-level leaders, which was why he rushed over so anxiously to stop the two interrogators.

This indicated that An Qi's words had come true.

"This young lady really has some strength, to be able to bring in a leader above the department level; truly admirable," Lin Yifan silently marveled to himself.

Next, it was his turn to turn the tables.

After calling back the two interrogators, Director Zheng finally heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he had arrived just in time to prevent the escalation of the conflict; otherwise, he really didn't know how he would have managed the situation.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he walked over with a playful smirk and then took the initiative to remove the handcuffs from Lin Yifan.

"Mr. Lin, you're fine now, you can leave the police station."

Hearing this, the two interrogators asked in puzzlement, "Director Zheng, didn't he hit your nephew? How is he innocent?"

"Don't bring up that bastard, he has nothing to do with me," Director Zheng retorted sternly, startling the two interrogators.

In the eyes of the two interrogators, Director Zheng was very partial to Zheng Hui, mainly because the director didn't have a son and thus always treated Zheng Hui as his own.

Whenever Zheng Hui caused trouble outside, Director Zheng would always step in to settle matters, and gradually, they had formed the idea that Zheng Hui's enemies were Director Zheng's enemies as well.

After all, who would let go of their enemies easily?

However, this time, not only did Director Zheng let it go, but he also appeared to be grovelling and acting fearful in front of this graceful man.

That's why they were full of confusion and taken aback.

"Who exactly is this man? What's his background? Why is Director Zheng afraid of him?"

There were too many questions in the minds of the two interrogators, but one thing was for certain—Lin Yifan was someone with connections, not someone they could afford to offend. This was evident from the way Director Zheng was willing to fall out with Zheng Hui and disassociate himself.

"Director Zheng, could you please put the handcuffs back on me? I'd like these two to remove them for me," Lin Yifan said, pointing to the two interrogators standing next to Director Zheng.

"Of course! Of course! As long as Mr. Lin isn't upset, anything he says goes," Director Zheng had no objections and quickly re-cuffed Lin Yifan's hands.

Then he said to the two interrogators standing beside him: "You two, go and help Mr. Lin get those handcuffs off."

"Director Zheng, can we refuse this request?" the two interrogators asked.

They had just made a bet with Lin Yifan that if they were the ones to personally remove his handcuffs, they'd eat shit; so they definitely didn't want to lose this bet.

"How can you refuse? You put the handcuffs on, so you should be the ones to take them off. Hurry up and help Mr. Lin with the handcuffs, or don't bother coming to work tomorrow," Director Zheng flatly refused.

He was aware of the bet between the two interrogators and Lin Yifan, but now, with the latter holding the upper hand, they only had the option to hold their tongues.

Facing Director Zheng's threat, the two interrogators had to choose between mockery and eating shit. They certainly weren't going to eat shit; at most, they'd endure a few taunts from Lin Yifan.

Thus, they obediently took the key to remove Lin Yifan's handcuffs.

But just then, Lin Yifan moved his hands away and inquired, "Hey, hey! Officers, what are you doing? Are you really going to eat shit?"

"Boss! We were wrong, okay? You're a big-hearted man; please let us off," the two interrogators pleaded.

It wasn't easy for them, the low-ranking officers, trying to make a living while constantly having to be mindful of their superiors; besides, whenever something went wrong, they were always the ones to take the blame.

"Hey! That's not what you were saying when you were interrogating me just now," Lin Yifan replied with a cold laugh.

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